Chapter 15Her name was Lianna, a simple minded, but well-meaning and decent woman. She was by no means pretty, but neither was she unpleasant to look at. She was well trained to her duties, having spent ten years in the service of a family in London, and even when in the service of such an eccentric lady as myself, and she never questioned my rare “illness” which prevented me from going out in the day time, nor my odd habits and strange equipment. She was all of twenty-five when I first employed her after her mistress had dismissed her for what she insisted were only perceptions of impropriety. She had balked at first at the idea of leaving her homeland, but her reputation was sullied and finding other employment was difficult at best. I grew to like her in the following years as I made a
